Eating. Fighting. Sleeping.
That was the life of Lucks.
Morning. Breakfast. Lunch. Fight. Win. Eat. Sleep.
The child was born from death and would thrive in violence. He was not blessed by it, but blessed by its existence.
He awoke lying in a pool of water. Soaked in the sun, he took in a breath of warm air, and arose. Standing in the ankle-deep pool, the child wiped his mouth, taking a look at the blood left on the back of his hand.
Glancing up, his eyes met that of another. They asked and he answered.
Drenched in blood, he walked past the defeated challenger. He felt great.
Grinning at the crowd before him, he couldn't help but feel exalted.
The excitement flowed through his veins, the euphoria of victory, the spark of understanding, he felt animal.
He grinned.
Straightening himself, he tensed up his hands just the slightest, raising them to near chin level.
He took in a breath. Slowly. Then he exhaled. His eyes dilating.
"Begin."
At his word, they all rushed towards him. Many hands came forward, but the child was elusive. Movement unmatched and inhuman, he slipped through the blows of countless of those like him yet not quite.
His every blow landed, every attack was defeat given, every move performed effortlessly. He felt unnaturally relaxed. His body moved like never before, as if he'd been mad his entire life and now truly sane. Everything simply made sense. He felt so maddeningly real. Falling down the edge, he'd grasped that he did not before. It was pure euphoria.
It was insane. Seeing what couldn't have been seen before. Realizing what he could not before. Being what he could not become. Every strike he threw slowly grew increasingly more violent as he was unable to contain the excitement in his veins, with it bubbling out into every jolt of action.
Violence.
Then it was over.
Standing upon the scattered bodies of defeated challengers. Victory washed over his back like a shower of gold. As the feeling simmered, he looked at his fist and unclenched his hand.
Oh wow, the world is wonderful. The child thought.